Alanna is 31 and a happily married woman who at this point had worked for the company for 12 years. She had worked hard through night school and weekends, finally attaining her MBA just this year. She had always been a model employee. A hard worker who took on any challenge and it didn't hurt that she was easy on the eyes. Bobby is 42 and is a Division VP who enjoyed taking newly hired females for a test ride. He had just transferrred and immediately Alanna was on his radar. he made it a point to interact with her as often as he could, but more importantly, started watching for her patterns at work. Where would she be, for how long, and is she alone. The storage room smelled like dust and old paper, the hum of old microfilm readers filling the silence as Alanna stretched to reach a box labeled 'Q3 2019. She needed to close out a long clerical query. She'd just tugged it free when the door clicked shut behind her—too firm, too deliberate. Bobby stood there, his tie already loosened, his smile all wrong. "Just thought I'd check on you," he said, stepping closer. "These basements can get lonely." Alanna laughed politely, shifting the box between them like a shield, but he sidestepped it, his hand brushing her waist. "You're always so... precise," he murmured, fingers skating up her ribcage. The box hit the floor with a thud as his other hand yanked her panties down in one sharp motion. Cold concrete pressed against her back before she could react.

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